Lock me away.
Throw away the key.
You want me gone.
So you can forget.
You don't want to think about me.
For I am you.
I am your fear.
Inside you scream.
But those screams fall upon deaf ears.
Hide me away.
Call me a figment of your imagination.
You will never admit.
You believe your own lies.
You cannot accept.
That there is weakness.
So you go on pretending.
That I do not exist.
(Scott David Buckley-28/03/2012)
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I'd love to know what you think of this poem.